Tantric Cyber

It started I think at quarter past three, With biscuits in hand and a large mug of tea, I sat at my pc, chatting away His typing got erratic, in a spidery way, He asked if I cybered ? I said oh no not me, I’d fool him quite easily, I’m Tantric you see, So off he did start with his typing so slow, It was Tantric Cyber a new concept you know. He started by typing ‘xxx’s for feet,’ I laughed at first, the idea was sweet, Then up up went the kisses until I could take it no more, I washed, dusted,and polished my shinny nice floor, At four forty five, he’d just made it to my neck, My minds screeching now, but oh what the heck, I type in an mmm, that’s required you know, When cyber is Tantric there’s no words for to show. At  six in the evening my novel was now read, on my pc station I laid it to rest, He's back at my feet now, he was ready for the best. My interest did grow as he typed his intention, A genius Bill Gates with this magic invention. When suddenly he stopped typing, no words could I see, MSN had collapsed, no more cyber for me, I looked at the page, two hours of xxx’s I expect he’d go home and roger his Mrs.Written April 8th, 2002 © on Apr 11 2002 07:01 PM PST    _humor • adult • adult3